>>5195351>>5195200>>5195026>>5194887>>5194796>>5194707>>5194706>>5194705>Demand proof of her ridiculous claims.“If you’re to claim such bosh, then you need to substantiate it.” You challenge her. “How do you expect me to take the words of a monster at face value?”
“Oh? Would you have me tell you the lich’s cup size?” Lady Ava rolls her eyes. “Because they’re hug–”
“Please. Enough vulgarity..” You sigh in exasperation.
“Fine. Excuse me, darling.” She gently steps past the fallen undead, who has since remained tight-lipped and curled up behind the “fair lady.” As the dhampir strides along the circular curve of the wall, she runs a pale hand along its surface. “This chamber is no dead end. From what I remember, it should be.. ah.”
Her hand seems to sink as the facade of a coarse stone wall fades and shimmers. It gives way to a long, dark corridor ahead–an illusory wall..?
“The exact order of passages and rooms may shift over the years, but their tricks will always remain the same.” She glances back at you. “The MORTSAFE is a trap in of itself, a cage of sorts for foolish new adventurers–a gridlock of stone halls and traps, a labyrinth with no end. The only way to progress deeper into the CATACOMBS is through illusory corridors and gaps in the walls like these. Are you quite satisfied?”
“You expect me to believe you from just that?” You scowl. “It proves your familiarity with this level–nothing more.”
“Well, if you’d like more proof, we can always get back to the lich’s cup size.”
>Challenge her again to a duel. If you win, she’s to lead you to the bottom herself. If you fail, you won’t hurt any of her precious monster girls.>Enter the corridor yourself. You have no need for a dhampir’s tricks to succeed.>Ask quietly about the cup size.>Write-In. 